He Asked; I Accepted

to love - to learn - to live

The Cat IS the Hat

As I was walking up a crowded and bustling 8th Avenue towards Columbus Circle, I passed a man with a cat perched on his head! The cat was on a leash and perfectly poised on the man's head. The man briskly walked through the crowded streets and from what I could see, not one person blinked. I couldn't believe it! Seeing this man with a cat on his head brought me to a standstill with a giant smile hugging my face. A series of thoughts popped into my head: "No Way!" (as I giggled on the inside); "Only in New York"; "Doesn't anyone else see how amazing this is?!" "I want to seriously re-think (and possibly re-name) "The Cat in the Hat!!"

Needless to say, I was deliciously amused and happy.

dive bombing pigeons!

Dive bombing pigeons.

I was sitting at the dining room table working on this and that, with my nose to the grind, staring at my computer. Just outside, two pigeons perched behind me and caught my eye. Just as I gave them my full attention, one pigeon fell off the ledge.

One pigeon fell off the ledge!

Followed by another, the pigeons fell off the building and dove into flight! Incredible! I am delighted and amazed by this! What a great thing to witness that I didn't expect to find in something as ordinary as a pigeon!

Note to self:

Dear self; Remember to stop and look around! there is much to be delighted in by observing the world around you!

New York State of Mind

Sometimes, I just want to be able to walk as fast or slow as I want to.

Today was one of those "New York" days.  (You know the kind.) It's raining and jam packed in the subways where I am getting jabbed, poked, elbowed, stepped on and herded around like cattle.   Even off the subway I felt the overcrowded sidewalks didn't allow for passing, and instead, I was stuck walking on heels, unavoidably stepping into puddles, and dodging oncoming umbrellas, oversized bags and crying children.  

Not that this sort of activity is extraordinary for a day in New York, because this bustling activity is New York, but I find that I tend to "get used to" it.  But its this sort of day when I am fully aware of everything happening around me and then conflict bubbles up on the inside when I try to not be aware of it, and fail miserably.

  

gratitude for spring.

I love the spring time!  A new flower buds in the tiny patch of grass in front of my apartment.  

Hmmm.

It is quite lovely.